Every wish is made in 2’s ;

The first, for what we want,

The second, that the first will come true.

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And when we lose that patience,

The willingness to wait,

Perspective soon follows.

It’s a kick to the head,

That spreads

With incredible force.

The impact can cave in your chest,

And flip it inside out.

Converting your fledgling hopes into a sloppy, wet mess.

Everything feels empty. Everybody seems numb to your pain…

Like a flock of careless Lotus-Eaters

Lazily finger-painting

In a puddle of blood,

Squeezed fresh from your shriveling husk

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If you let it…

But bet on my words.

Every pain comes in 2’s ;

The burn you first feel,

And the learning

To heal.